Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

His lips twisted into a cruel smirk as he said, "Mrs. Bennett, once I wrap up this busy spell, we'll head to the island to start trying for a baby." If it weren't for his current commitments, they'd already be on a plane by now. Hearing this, Selena, though her eyes were shut tight, forced them open. Her voice was ragged, tinged with the echo of tears, "I'm not going anywhere!"

Everett might have let out a soft chuckle, though it was hard to tell. He wasn't seeking her consent; he was merely laying down the law.

Before long, his footsteps faded away, and the door slammed shut, leaving silence in his wake.

Selena spent a good while gathering herself on the sofa before managing to drag her weary legs back to her room. She ran a hot bath and sank into it, hoping the warmth would soothe her fears. Without her medication, the fear of getting pregnant lingered heavily. Steam curled up, blurring her tear-streaked face, each droplet a testament to her turmoil.

After that day, Everett didn't come back, and Selena found herself locked up once more. This time was even harsher than before. Previously, Ava had been there, providing companionship and conversation. Now, she was utterly alone.

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The villa's guards kept their distance, making themselves scarce.

Selena understood that after what

happened with Derick, Everett wouldn't risk giving her another chance to outsmart or bribe them Not that she would try again-she was already consumed with guilt over involving Derick and Ava, guilt

that kept her awake at night.

The villa was eerily quiet, the silence amplifying her awareness of time stretching endlessly, each second a needle pricking at her heart.

Selena kept the TV on whenever she was awake, just for a hint of sound, though she barely watched it.

That is, until today, when a piece of entertainment news caught her attention.

"Famed pianist Margot has just announced her full return to the spotlight, looking radiant and clearly past her health struggles. She's just signed an endorsement deal with Bennett Corporation's new mega-mall, marking another high

point in her career."

The segment showed clips of Everett and Margot together at public events, looking every bit the perfect couple.

Selena sat up slowly, her hands clenched into fists, nails biting into her palms.

Everett had the nerve to call her insincere, but wasn't he the one playing games? He took her to the mall's grand opening, then handed the endorsement to Margot, his mistress, right under her nose. It was a public slap in the face.

She couldn't understand. If he truly

loved Margot, why not make it

official? Margot would surely jump at the chance to have his children-even enough to forma soccer team, if that's what he

wanted. Why go out of his way to

make her suffer?

These past days, she'd held it together by thinking of her son. But now, anger and hatred swirled within her, a storm she couldn't contain. Blood rushed to her head, her vision dimmed, and she collapsed onto the sofa.